Beetle Juice Beetle Juice Novels & Stories

He didn't behave this badly when I bandaged his leg. I glance over to find Tee inserting a syringe of liquid into a juice box he hands over to Jax. Ryder nods to him. I briefly leave Jase to talk with my uncle. "What did Tee put in that juice box he handed to Jax?" I ask in a hushed tone as he stitches up Storm's calf. "Vicodin mixed with peanut butter whiskey in his apple juice so can't taste it. Why? Is Alpha being a big baby and getting on your ever-lovin nerves?"

Kyle heard that and was extremely happy, as quickly as a squirrel walking towards Terry: "Only Terry is the only one who understands. It's also because of you that I took the time to prepare this juice. It is a combination of pineapple juice and lemon juice. This recipe is what you just learned! I tried it, and the taste is quite special!" Terry immediately smiled, only to hear Louis lightly laugh: "Combining pineapple and melon? This is my first time hearing about this juice. You let us drink. Will it ever cause us to lose our lives?" Kyle then let out a disgusted sigh and said, "You've lost your head and mind, not your life. Having said that this juice dish I just learned, this recipe is f

"We're going out to Bartini's after work," Lance announced. Ashleigh looked up from her computer where she was doing more daydreaming than work. "Kendra's going to Bartini's?" she frowned. "I'm just going for the non-alcohol variation," she explained. "Ah. Gotcha. So you're going to pay six bucks for half a glass of fruit juice." "Hmph," Kendra said. Her normally pretty face turned down into a scowl. "Ask Christopher to come then, since I know you can't do anything without him present."

I nodded at Mason, positively with a warm smile, when he asked, "Do you want beetroot juice, Bianca?" Beetroot Juice. Red. Like blood. Her fucking blood.

Catching Ben and my mom in the kitchen with Ben standing there possessing an appalled expression, I approach them. Ben looks at me and heaves a sigh of relief, looking like a chicken who’s been spared by the butcher. I stand on my tiptoes and watch my mom pour a very green looking thick juice into a glass. The smell is as horrifying as the colour. “Here, child. Start your day with this healthy, nutritious drink.” She holds out the glass for a pale-looking Ben who seems like he’s just encountered a ghost. He immediately turns his head away from the juice when the potent smell hits him.

Jamie stood up from his chair, "I'll go down and buy coffee from the café at the end of the apartment. Do you guys want anything?" "No, I am good with Clara’s juice," Beatrice replied. "And how about you, Luke?" Lucas shook his head, "I don't want anything." Jamie left the room, and Beatrice stood up to leave her computer. "I'll get some drinks. Do you need anything, Luke?" "No," he shook his head. "Do you have wine? Or anything that could help with my headache from dealing with this annoying server?" She gestured towards the computer. She had just mentioned that she enjoyed Clara's homemade juice, but now she was asking about wine. Hell, that woman was truly annoyed! "It's in the top drawer

He cleaned the plate except for the jelly, and he didn't drink the orange substance she called juice. "Wow! You did a good job." Autumn says, smiling at him. "What is this?" He pointed to the purple substance that looked like congealed Daunian blood, and to the orange juice, which was the dominant color. "It's a food called jelly, and this is concentrated orange juice." Frowning, pushing the plate away, almost like a cute child. "Oh, I don't eat chemically induced foods, and neither should you; it's bad for your health, there are so many things here on earth that are not in order," Bastion tells her.

Becca turned to arch her eyebrow at Niklaus before the duke was asking for two drinks that were called Mango Juice. "Am I supposed to like this drink that you introduced me to?" Becca said as she was looking at the drink. It was bright yellow and there was some ice inside the drink. Niklaus was smirking at her before he took a sip of his own drink. Becca was biting her lower lips before she did what she would never think she would do. She took a sip and everything blew in her mind. "Oh my!" she said as she was putting her hand to her lips. The summer breeze of the nightlife was sweeping through her braid as some of the strands were hitting her face before she was pushing them away. She turne

Jules said, brandishing a wide smile. For a moment, Beatrice forgot that her name here was ‘Belle’, and she glanced around to see who Jules was talking about. But then she remembered. Right. She was Belle. Belle Stonehouse. Owner of a Willow Inc franchise, with a wealthy daddy in the oil industry. “Morning,” Beatrice said. “A shipment came in last night, so I’m going to need you to take care of that.” “Sure thing,” Jules said in her southern drawl. She reached for the box, but Beatrice stopped her.

she asked in disgust. Becca laughed blending into the loud music of the club. “Get used to it! They don’t offer fruit juice here,” she mocked. She rolled her eyes at her. “Just order me some beer. I hate the taste of it. It’s bitter, spicy, and damn, too hot for my throat,” she complained. Becca shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” “Hey!” she called the bartender. “Bring this lady a beer with the lowest alcohol and some pistachio nuts. Thanks,” Becca uttered and the bartender nodded.